taking a few steps towards the car, where his daughter had left her bike. Suddenly, a thought comes into his mind and his mouth forms into a smile, then he slowly walks towards it again.“I know what I’m going to do! I will take that motorcycle, ride home to California in it, show that asshole what a fool he has made me, then drive away with it. No doubt he will be too scared of me to send anyone else there to take care of things, that’s when I will finally get rid of those bastards”. As he walks back to his car with his face filled with determination, he passes by the old couple again and once again ignores them. This time they ignore him as well, choosing instead to focus on their conversation.“I don’t think he should be coming over” she says as the Sheriff approaches with a confused expression. The look on his face says it all: ‘Did you not hear anything I just said?! Get out! Now!’“But it’s his car, he must have been here to pick it up” the Sheriff says as he reaches to open t
Not today...but I have a plan for us. It’s going to be our best day yet!”“So where are we gonna go?”Goldberg grins proudly. “We’re going to a very special place. Where nobody else knows about except for us. Well maybe except for my friend who knows about it all”. The little girl lets out a small laugh“Oh? A secret friend” she inquires.“Uh-huh! That’s right! Now let’s hurry and find her before everyone else does... Come on. Let’s go.” Goldberg picks up a small bag that was laying on his desk. He pulls it over and opens it, revealing a variety of colorful items inside of it; a picture frame, a teddy bear-shaped pen, a book, and a little stuffed dog. The little girl stares at the items inside the bag in surprise.“Is that what I think it is? Is this a gift?” she asks happily. Goldberg laughs nervously. “Not quite. It’s more like a reminder of...well.. a special memory.” He quickly puts the bag and its contents back then get up and start to put on his shoes. “Come on! We’ve gotta get
a loud roar interrupts the tense situation.“Get your filthy hands off her now”, growls a darkly menacing voice. Goldberg’s eyes widen as he turns in the direction that the voice came from. From his peripheral vision he sees the man’s grip loosen on his gun. He takes advantage of the opportunity to push forward and kick the weapon right out of the attacker’s hand as he turns around to face him. “Get out of my sight”, he tells him.The stranger looks surprised, but quickly recovers. With a quick nod of his head, he walks away in the direction that he came from, leaving Goldberg alone and confused. Turning back to face the woman, he takes a step forward to ask her how the hell she managed to sneak up on him like that, but when he sees the look on her face, he stops dead in his tracks, wondering just why this girl looked angry enough to shoot someone, even if the guy was threatening her. Looking closely, he notices a bruise on the side of her head and blood dripping from t
Are you okay?” he asks, reaching his hand towards her face as he starts to kneel beside her.The woman immediately shoves his hand away.“No. Just leave me alone!”There is a hint of fear in her voice. Goldberg hesitates, then slowly backs away from her, realizing that he should listen to her.“Okay,” he simply says. “But please know that nothing bad is going to happen to you. I don’t think the man is going to be back here.” Goldberg turns and begins to walk toward the street where the two of them first came into the park.The woman follows behind him, keeping a careful distance between them as they continue through the city. Goldberg stops briefly to grab the backpack that is sitting on the bike, and then proceeds down the sidewalk as though nothing has happened. The woman stands next to the bike, watching him suspiciously. After a minute or so, he stops again."You can ride on the handlebars," he tells her, nodding toward the basket attached to the front of the bike. "If anything ha
That must be pretty cool to have someone who likes you so much as I do, huh?” he chuckles lightly before continuing. “Things were good until we ran into that man outside of your house, then everything turned sour,” he adds as his expression grows grim.“Yeah…I don’t want anyone to hurt you or your family. Mom told me that you didn’t do anything wrong, but that didn’t seem to matter because of what happened to your parents. What can I say? My sister can be a bitch sometimes…but she means well,” she shrugs, smiling.Goldberg chuckles, relieved to hear that she is okay with who he is, but it doesn't make things easier as he suddenly remembers that she may be in danger. Suddenly he stiffens and turns toward the staircase that leads to the bedrooms."Your father is downstairs," he informs her quickly. "Go and check to see if he needs anything."The young girl pauses for a second and stares at him in confusion, but eventually nods her head and makes her way upstairs. Once she disappears, he
she places the plate full of scrambled eggs in front of him. They sit silently for a few minutes, watching each other, and Goldberg is surprised to discover that she is the first person he has talked to since waking up this morning. The silence between them feels comfortable. Goldberg can feel the warmth radiating from his mug warming his fingers and he starts to eat.“How did you sleep?” she asks casually as Goldberg eats, keeping her eyes fixed on him. She notices he hasn't answered her question and decides to ask another one. “And what’s your name?”“My name?” he mumbles as he chews, swallowing before answering. “It’s David Goldberg. I guess you already know that, huh?” He laughs. “You were there when I met your mother.”“I sure did! She didn’t stop gushing about you after she introduced us yesterday,” she says as she raises her eyebrows in surprise. “But I’m not sure why you were sleeping here. Did something happen to your mom and dad?”A knot forms in Goldberg’s stomach. Why did
We met yesterday when we picked up your groceries…” He smiles faintly as he reads those words, knowing that he should be happy. However, he still has that bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he got when he first came here with Rita.However, he shouldn't allow himself to get too excited. After all, it can be a coincidence that the woman was standing outside the grocery store that day and recognized him as he walked out, or maybe he's reading way too much into the situation and just imagining everything. Either way, he won't believe that it is Rachel Lopez from the grocery store. He doubts that he would recognize her anyway without being able to see her. However, after spending so much time with Rita, it doesn't seem strange that she knew someone who went to their high school, which means that he can't possibly ignore it. Besides, his suspicions about Rachel were confirmed when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any earrings. He hadn't been aware of any particular reason that hi
The following day, Goldberg arrives early to class before his lecture starts. His eyes land on Gold’s table immediately and he feels instantly drawn to it. Goldberg walks slowly past the row of chairs, admiring Gold’s face for a few moments before sitting down next to him. Before leaving his apartment the previous day, Goldberg had decided that he couldn’t sleep anymore – too nervous about meeting his mother and about what she was going to do once she learns about the conversation he had had with her the night before. So, he decides that he should sit in the room and wait until he’s certain that his mom is nowhere near before walking back to his flat, just to be on the safe side. Now, he feels a little bit relieved that everything turned out alright – although, of course, there’s always the possibility that his mother wouldn’t react well to the news and will end up calling the police. However, he tries not to dwell on the negative thoughts anymore – he’s already been through hell yest
Regina notices that it's just ahead of them so she sits back comfortably in her seat and watches the cars rushing past them. They make their way through the intersection smoothly and continue to drive through the middle of town for a few more minutes. After passing by several buildings that looked rather fancy, they eventually arrive at their destination. Regina watches Daniel's reaction carefully as they approach the entrance to the hotel. He stares out of the window silently, looking uninterested.“Here it is…” he speaks suddenly.She turns toward him and smiles. “This is our hotel? This is your favorite hotel?”“Yup...this is my favorite hotel. Come on...let's go check us in.” He says, taking her hand and leading her through the glass double doors to the lobby of the hotel.As they enter the lobby, she notices that there’s very little activity. There’s a couple of men who seem to be talking on the telephone in a corner and there's a woman who seems to be arguing w
He leads her across the yard to one of the garage doors. “Come on. Let’s find your car.” He mutters. “I need to take you somewhere important.”“Okay… where?” She asks curiously, following after him as they walk toward her truck.His grip on her arms tightens momentarily, and she wonders what he must be thinking about. They make their way over to her black, shiny SUV and he helps her climb into the passenger seat. He walks around to the driver' s side and slams the door shut before turning to stare at her for a second before starting the car and driving out of the driveway.The streets are filled with traffic, which isn't unusual at this hour. It’s late afternoon and most people have stopped working to spend some time outdoors in the cold rain. She watches as the trees fly by through the windshield and she realizes that this must be how Daniel felt whenever he drove through these roads. That was the reason why he didn't speak much about himself. But maybe he never truly wanted to talk
Sam frowns but drops the subject anyway and walks towards the car.As they prepare to depart, Jack pauses, taking one last glance around his home. Then noticed his wife standing at the other side of the room. She smiles sweetly, "You are trying your best” She walks over to embrace her husband. Jack hesitates momentarily before reciprocating the hug. “The kids don't see that ” Jack whispers. Sophia squeezes her husband tighter, "Your children love you, you're doing great, and you make a wonderful father. They need a strong person that will take care of them, and you just happen to be that person”"Thank you," Jack breathes out gratefully when suddenly the car horn blares, startling the couple."Can we move?!” Emily yelled out the window impatiently, clearly annoyed. Jack and Sophia nod in unison.Samuel is the last to leave the house, walking down a flight of stairs with the pipe tightly gripped in his hands.As soon as they were all loaded into the car, Jack sits behind the steer
Nothing. So she slowly steps outside and closes the door behind her, stepping under the protective shelter of the staircase. The rain continues to pour on, even heavier than before.Suddenly she hears loud, thunderous footsteps coming from her right. She looks over and catches sight of Daniel running out into the street. The rain suddenly stops and the air grows quite humid. Regina takes a couple of deep, calming breathes and tries to control her breathing as well. After a minute she hears the sound of tires rolling on wet concrete. She turns her head to look in the direction where she heard it and she freezes in place as she realizes what’s happening.A car is speeding down the road, heading straight for Daniel. She watches as it speeds up and approaches him. She can hear the engine revving loudly as it gets closer and closer to him. She can see the driver’s side window roll down and she can see the man’s face clearly. He’s smirking evilly as he drives by Daniel, who is standing froz
Regina sits up, placing her elbows on her thighs as she stares at the window across the room. She's afraid of facing what she did last night, but at the same time she has no desire to leave him alone either. He's never been so open with her before and she doesn't understand why he' s doing it now. Maybe he's scared that she'll think less of him after she found out about everything he went through. It doesn't seem like that's what he is worried about though, because he never told her about it. Even after all these weeks together he barely opened up to her. She knows that he has feelings for her, but she still feels like he doesn’t trust her enough.After a moment she gets up from the bed and starts walking toward the bathroom. As soon as the door closes behind her, Regina leans onto the counter. After spending hours and hours just staring at those damn walls yesterday, she's really starting to grow frustrated at herself. How could she let those bastards win? What did she expect? She sh
his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and how many nights he spent tossing and turning last night due to his dream. “You didn’t have any bad dreams this night?”He shakes his head and looks away. “I’m glad you stayed.”“Me too.” She agrees.They both remain quiet for a few minutes, neither wanting to talk about the events of the previous evening. But eventually they must break the silence, because he speaks up."So… You came back here? I thought…”"No, I didn’t stay here. I left immediately after you fell asleep."He smiles at her. "Good morning." He repeats, making her laugh."Good morning." She replies."What would you like for breakfast?" He asks.She looks at him questioningly. "Um, what exactly is your definition of 'breakfast?'” Sh
“Sorry girls, I just need to be alone for now" she replies in a broken state while looking at the none resistant eyes of the little girls. She was trying not to cry but was failing miserably by the end. She walks through the halls aimlessly, her head low and her mind in turmoil. She needed time to sort out what the hell had happened but she knew that wasn’t an option here. It would just mean more time away from these children’s concerned eyes. She stops at one of the windows to look outside; the moonlight was falling heavily as usual in this part of town. There was nothing special about this particular window though, it looked exactly like all other ones around her. However, she noticed something different this time around. The trees were swaying back and forth slightly; almost like there was some kind of wind coming from behind them. It was odd enough for her to have stopped to look. “Everything we dreamt and built together is all crumbling," she says while holding her locket
The first rays of sunlight illuminate the whole room through the blinds covering the windows. She blinks several times as she yawns loudly. She rubs the sleepiness off her eyes and stretches slightly. She hears a slight groan next to her and looks over at him to find him staring at her through a heavy eyelid. Slowly he starts waking up more. His eyebrows furrow and his lips purse together slightly as his eyes focus on Regina. He blinks several times and then turns his gaze away from her. She watches his face carefully, waiting for him to show any signs of discomfort. To her surprise, however, he remains very calm.He pushes himself up and sits cross legged on the edge of the bed while stretching once more before finally lifting his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and
wearing the same tattered sweatshirt as earlier. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.He slowly walks over to her, and she keeps her gaze focused on her hands folded together on her lap; trying her best not to let him know how worried she is for him. She hears him sit next to her on the bed. "Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.She finally lifts her gaze from her hands to meet his eyes. She takes in his appearance for a few moments and then she says. "Yes. I'm fine."He frowns. "But you're not. Why won't you tell me what happened? I already said you could leave whenever you wanted and that we were friends and nothing more," he tells her with pleading, sad blue eyes.She swallows nervously before looking back down. "I am really sorry… It's none of my business." She tells him sincerely. "I should probably go back to the living room now." She adds as an afterthought, standing up to take a step back.She feels his hand gently touch her shoulder. She slowly tur